Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

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Yuri's Point Of View

As much as I loved going to parties, I definitely didn't love the feeling of the day after.

Hangovers were a constant reminder of the mistakes I had made the night before....

And it wasn't hard to figure out that I didn't hold back when it came to making mistakes.

Hence the nickname Magic Mike.

But....

Luckily, this time I wasn't suffering from a hangover,

I was just suffering from exhaustion.

Which was a painful disease that I was frequently diagnosed with.

Along with anxiety.

And an intolerance for Victor's impulsive personality that had rudely decided to call me at 5 in the morning.

Not even the man of my dreams valued my religious sleeping time.

People were so cruel sometimes.

I was slowly losing trust in the human race as a whole.

As I listened to the phone ring while debating whether I should pick it up or not, I let out a deep sigh and sat up reluctantly.

I knew if anyone else had called me, I definitely wouldn't have answered......

But maybe he wanted another early morning make out session?

That thought quickly disintegrated my ability to not pick up the phone as I eagerly reached across my bed and pressed the answer button.

I immediately regretted this decision.

"GOOD MORNING YURI!" Victor said with an excited yell over the speaker.

Not even Victor's voice was enough to wake me up from the wonderful world that was a sleeping coma.

I was indestructible.

"Mmm, goood mor~ning?" I said as I plopped back down into my bed and sank into the white, satin sheets.

"That sounds like the voice of someone who partied too hard last night."

Did he seriously not remember what he did last night?

He was the one with the hangover this time.

"Says the man who climbed on top of the roof and jumped off of it into the pool because he was drunk off his ass," I said triumphantly as I was slowly letting go of my coma.

"For your information, I was not drunk! I am just a naturally adventurous person!"

"Only a drunk person would say that, Mr. thrill seeker," I said as I let out an obnoxious yawn.

"Okay, so I was a little drunk, big deal," he said in his defensive, child-like tone.

"Gotcha."

"Oh please, don't think I didn't notice you're shameless hangover on the first day of practice, Yuu~ri Katsuki. The only person you were fooling was yourself."

SO HE DID NOTICE!

DAMMIT!

"Th-That was an a-accident! I didn't mean to...."

"Get drunk? That's okay, darling. It must be hard to be a light weight with a stripper nickname," he said with a voice that gave away his frustrating smirk.

I was too mad to pay attention to the fact that he had called me darling for the second time in less than 24 hours.

It was too damn early to have a mental freak out.